Okay, couple of updates for those of you who felt like I left ya hanging on the whole heart palpitations bit and oh yes...the gym. I just need closure, y'all.
So about them palpitations. Come to find out, I'm gonna live after all. AND it's been confirmed--I am a hyprochondriac. It was only muscle spasms in the heart region. Totally not related to the heart. For three weeks straight. Whatever. It makes perfect sense for me though. It's good news, and I can add it to my quirks. I'm so quirky.
Now on to the gym. Surprisingly, I'm still going. I even want to go. This is so not like me. I can think of good reasons not to go lickety split. I'm tired. I hate the gym. I have to lay on the couch. My book is so good though. I'm wriiiiiting. I have to eat this whole bag of chips first. But I'm still going. No doubt all the credit goes to the fact that each treadmill has it's very own and very convenient T.V. So, I'd like to thank Jerry, Elaine, George, Kramer, even Newman, Raymond, Debra, Marie, Frank, Robert, Doug, Carrie, Ross, Rachael, Monica, Chandler, Phoebe, Joey and the Gilmore Girls. Working out has never been so fun...ny.
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You're going to the gym? Me too! Well, I've been twice. Hehe. I am liking it though!
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